Edgar Albert Guest Poems

When mother baked an angel cake we kids would gather round
An' watch her gentle hands at work, an' never make a sound;
We'd watch her stir the eggs an' flour an' powdered sugar, too,
An' pour it in the crinkled tin, an' then when it was through
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No children in the house to play—
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
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Home is the place where the laughter should ring,
And man should be found at his best.
Let the cares of the day be as great as they may,
The night has been fashioned for rest.
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'The worst is yet to come:'
So wail the doubters glum,
But here's the better view;
'My best I've yet to do.'
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There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing ways
Of those who used to walk with us through all our happy yesterdays.
We seldom miss the earthly great—the famous men that life has known—
But, as the years go racing by, we miss the friends we used to own.
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This is the phrase they love to say:
'Just like a man!'
You can hear it wherever you chance to stray:
'Just like a man!'
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Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
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Until she died we never knew
The beauty of our faith in God.
We'd seen the summer roses nod
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When a cake is nicely frosted and it's put away for tea,
And it looks as trim and proper as a chocolate cake should be,
Would it puzzle you at evening as you brought it from the ledge
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I would not be too wise—so very wise
That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,
And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes
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